"Come on..." Ranboo said, trying to get you out of bed. "How did you possibly fall back asleep that quickly. You're like Tubbo."
"I'm dead," you groaned. "This is my funeral. Be respectful, say your thanks. Don't pull a Bilzo though. I'd be quite fine if-," you reached out for Ranboo's hand. "Actually, your hand is quite warm."
"You're dying early because you are clearly older than I am," Ranboo said with a smile.
"I don't have enough energy to get out," you mumbled.
"What is your phone password?"
"I'm not telling you that."
"Fine." Ranboo opened your laptop and went onto the Spotify tab and shuffled one of your private playlists.
"Wait. Unchained Melody?" you asked, opening one eye.
"I just randomly shuffled it okay? Like one out of a hundred probability."
"This is an appropriate..." you stopped midsentence.
Ranboo stayed silent, quietly urging you on. But you never continued that sentence.
The room fell into silence with only the sound of Unchained Melody playing in the background.
Ranboo sat down by your bedside, hand still holding yours - a bit more gently, however-.
Soon the song was over and a random song was shuffled out. The upbeat song and catchy lyrics Of Dance, Baby! soon rolled you out of bed.
"Dance with me baby, dance with me baby, let's get lost right here," you hummed. Since you fell back asleep in your clothes (minus the socks, dont murder me pls), you were able to get out the door with Ranboo to the mini-golf area.
Only at the first hole (now is not the time for u to be inappropriate pls cursir), you had managed to swing the ball out of the course into the construction site nearby.
"Lyra, this is mini-golf, not actual golf. You're supposed to swing below knees."
You just shrugged. "It means I'm buff. I'll go get myself a new ball now."
Now, some may argue that taking like two hours to do an 18 hole course would be way too long, but not unless you keep seeing Philza-themed umbrellas that looked like his Minecraft skin's hat. At some point, Tommy was on a facetime call just to see the "Philza umbrellas".
"Man, they are some serious stans," Ranboo commented with a laugh.
"Oh my god. Look! The small blades of grass the umbrella is shading represent every one of his children."
"No, no, no. Every bacteria, virus, cell in general - everything in the umbrella's shade, is Phil's children."
You nodded in agreement. "Facts."
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A Little Spark...
ספרות חובביםEDITED AND COMPLETE FOR NOW You were walking in your neighborhood when you suddenly find something that would bring much more than kindness. (Platonic, I don't want to sexualize minors) If read anywhere other than Wattpad, it is stolen.
